1.
J: I can’t log in to the Zombies, Run! site. There’s no login button.
Me: Are you sure? It was there when I looked … ?
J: I’m sure. Here, look:
[We both look at her screen.]
Me: Here, this button that says “login.”
J: I never would have clicked on that.
2.
K: I finished my chores!
Me: If I get up and go look at your chores, how much trouble will you be in?
K: … Um. Just a sec. Stay there. Don’t move.
3.
M: There’s [indistinct mumbling] fire in the kitchen.
Me: …
Me: M, I need clarification: Is there, or is there NOT, fire in the kitchen?
M: There is NOT fire in the kitchen.
Me: Good!
Me: … Sweetie, why would there have been fire in the kitchen?
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Filed under: Autobiography Tagged: | family, kids
I suppose I’m just digging myself in deeper if I say I thought that was for a DIFFERENT login?
@Tern In fairness, I tried to come up with an equally-incriminating conversation for me, but none sprang to mind.